You Will Remember My Name

Yay

(the place I’m at has wi-fi, so yay for that, too)

after-closing-time:

>See a Rammstein pie graph thing

>See the person who made it uses the word tr***y as an insult

>This is why I hate you people

keepyourcorsetstight:

keepyourcorsetstight:

Like butch/androgynous/masculine clothing, but in pinks and pastels and glitter? Just a whole style based around the manliest of clothing, but in fairy tale colors?

Okay, it’s a thing, go submit!

http://fuckyeahfairybutch.tumblr.com/

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ramirezdahmerbundy:

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ikilledlordvoldemortonce:

That amazing moment when you realize

you

are

the

grinch

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gunstreet:

The Twilight Zone episode 08, “Time Enough At Last”

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Laura Grace takes the stage in San Diego for the first time! →

mattachinereview:

The title of this article is a heap of fail, but otherwise I really like it!  One’s first show after coming out is a momentous occasion, in my opinion, and here it’s documented well.  Laura Jane Grace seems to have handled it beautifully.  And the descriptions of fans are so sweet—concerned with the venue and all.

And that picture of her.  She’s so gorgeous and powerful looking in it that I literally forgot about breathing for a minute or two.

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southcarolinaboy:

crankycritic:

dumbthingswhitepplsay:

genuineeee:

i hate when people post their racist/cissexist/sexist/classist perspective as “unpopular opinion.”

no your opinion isn’t unpopular. actually your opinion~~ is the foundation of the society in which we live.

your stance is not novel.

you are not unique~~~. 

you are a carbon copy of those who thrive off systematic hate, kept alive by mindless drones like yourself.

a bridge is waiting for you to fall off it.

DAT BOLD

So I see church is starting early today

*praiseee tha bolddddd*

but they are so edgy and brave standing up for those beliefs. Daring to say out loud what they are usually forced to whisper, only in shadows.

(#verbal irony)

bluelemonlight:

dirkstridersdomain:

aimmyarrowshigh:

culkinator:

lol, they wanted to fight/play, then he was like, “Wait up.  The ground is weird.”

i may have reblogged this before but sdfjfsd doing it again 

The foxes are adorable, can i have one?

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myantiquehabibi:

canadiannarwhal:

i-hopeyou-dance:

amethyst-rose23:

and so I discover why my generation is so weird

I will not never reblog

omfg Megan its us

Steve was an inspiration to us all!

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ftmark:

don’t blink

In my senior year of high school, I did a presentation in my English class on the history and various details of LaVeyan Satanism.

Accepting teachers are fucking awesome.

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dapperyounglad:

thiefofwords:

inflateablefilth:

telegantmess:

telegantmess:

have likely never felt the flood of relief that there is a WORD FOR WHAT YOU ARE after spending years wondering if you were broken, what was wrong with you, feeling ridiculously isolated and having other people complain about things you can’t change about yourself. If there’s a word for it, that makes it a real thing.

Knowing that I am real, that I am not alone, has done so much more for me than this idea that homogenizing everyone by refusing to recognize our differences is supposed to. I felt invisible and/or mocked for most of my life by people who thought we should all just be “people.” Why in the world would anyone think that could be a good thing for me now?

“Why does everyone need a label, GAWD!?” is code for “I haven’t given my self and who I am much thought, and the fact that you have, and have had to, upsets me. So stop it and be more like me, dammit!”

Hey, look at this thing I wrote that is totally relevant to class discussions right now!

Sums up everything I feel about labels. When I finally discovered other trans and/or non-binary folk and queer folk and starting reading about autism… man, those feelings of relief and belonging were indescribable. 

This, yeah, this pretty much sums up how I feel about labels. I spent so much of my childhood/early teen years trying to figure out how I was wrong and trying to fox what didn’t need to be fixed, and when I finally found the labels to describe myself - just the idea that I wasn’t alone and that I could have some place to belong and that there were others like me and that I wasn’t broken the way people kept telling me I had to be and everything that I thought was wrong with me wasn’t actually wrong - that was - yeah.   the relief was overwhelming and indescribable. The labels can give me a place to belong and  I need that.

I like my labels, okay?

That’s the thing about being queer. They don’t tell you it’s a possibility. They hide it from you. Deny you the language that you need to describe yourself, to find others who share your experiences. 

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